It was Coconut Cream Pie


It was good!

Crossed Words

I haven’t said a word

since long before I knew

I haven’t heard a thing

 I hadn’t learned from you

I haven’t told a lie

that wasn’t partly true

I’d like to be a joyful soul

I’d like to find a heartfelt goal

I’d like to recognize the good

the sweet and the sublime

I’d like to do that right away

While I still have the time




Noticing the passage of time

Reminds me of something….


Mostly because I want to use the word ephemeral

Can’t quite settle on why that is

Who is this that I used to be?

Who is this that I’ve become?

 I think I’ve figured it out

And then

in a heartbeat

it’s gone



In response to Thef Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Door.”

Reflecting on an earlier time.

When this used to be our door.


Soup Revisited


16 oz vegetable broth,  2 or 3 carrots-chopped or rough cut, a cup or so of frozen peas, 1 can Italian green beans, 1 can pinto beans, a stalk of celery-chopped, a little spaghetti sauce (about 1/2 cup give or take)–good way to make use of leftover sauce,  a couple of chopped Campari tomatoes, 2 cloves garlic; 1/2 cup or so of onion, salt and pepper, about 1/4 tsp garlic powder, about 1/4 tsp onion powder, a few leaves of fresh basil (chopped) and a bit of oregano, too.  Add a cup or so of water to the mix.

Throw it all together and let there be soup!

For croutons, break up some bread (sour dough is good — gluten-free or regular) and saute in oil of some kind (I used Earth Balance Buttery Spread — soy-free and vegan); sprinkle with dried oregano, basil and garlic) — makes a great topping for the soup.

I also, topped with chives fresh from the garden.

Chive Jive


Blue and Green


What Can It Be?

Originally posted on robinbenjamin4:


I tripped upon an answer

on my way to finding truth

but I didn’t understand it

since I found it in my youth

Maybe now I’m ready

to absorb the words and ways

Could be truth will find me

as I clamber through my days

And then will I embrace it?

as I seem to think I would

or will I just be startled

Will I recognize the good?

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Rainy day

time to face the facts

Rainy day

brings me back to life

Rainy day

leads me to the path

Rainy day

on the way to sun

Youthful Aging


Age is a state of body and mind and soul.
The trifecta of life as we know it.

Originally posted on robinbenjamin4:

Why do we say, “Thank you,” when someone says we look young for our age?

Oh, excuse me, I’m so sorry.  I do apologize for looking my age.  My bad.  I should be better able to fend off pesky reality and appear to be 33 for all eternity.  If I had any gumption, or genuine aptitude, I could be less visibly aged.

Having said that,  I do love it when someone tells me I look young.  So, why is that?  Maybe because some of it is up to me.   If I make an effort to stand up straight and eat good food (a subject near and dear to my heart), and dance and sing and jump around even when I feel like slouching and announcing to anyone who is within earshot what a drag it is getting old, well then I can take some bit of pride in not looking…

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